[center][h2][color=turquoise]The Cereal Killer[/color][/h2]
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Runch wasn't exactly certain of what he was seeing. He had given a direct order to Motley not to further engage the girl, someone that had already been completely incapacitated. Defenseless. The vampire began to show his darker side when he decided to lecture Runch before unleashing an attack utilizing that tremendous body control he possessed. The pirate captain reacted, but too slowly. Maybe Motley was just too fast. Maybe Runch was still a bit banged up from the last few encounters. Maybe he thought that Motley wouldn't actually go through with it, or maybe he even felt confident in the defensive power of the Boys of Summer. Regardless, the defensive wall of cereal he fired out from his hands failed to block the spray of lethal acid and blood lasers. In nearly an instant the young girl that already barely clung to life, had that same life snuffed out. [color=turquoise]"NO!"[/color]

The Cereal Killer rushed toward her remains, throwing all caution to the wind and disregarding the water. He kept himself balanced on two mats of buoyant cereal produced beneath his feet. Bones. All that remained was bones. Anger began to roil up within the older man, just like the acid in Motley's stomach. It threatened to explode outward in every direction. With a single, heavy sigh of ten straight seconds, Runch maintained his composure. Then the pirate turned to face Motley Crue. For the very first time since they had met, the vampire would not see any joy, warmth, or fun on the pirate's face. Anger. A rage as powerful as a volcano, yet tranquil as the Summer breeze. All the emotion focused in his eyes, while his pointed mustache looked sharp enough to actually cut.

[color=turquoise]"The world doesn't matter. The [i]man[/i] is what matters. That was a young girl, passionate as she was naive. A child, for all her worldly experience. A [i]defenseless[/i] child! She was already beaten! Couldn't fight back! And you killed her without the slightest hint of hesitation or remorse! No threat to you now, and never would have been a threat again which you would have known if you had [i]listened to me![/i]"[/color] Runch held up his pistol, aimed right for Motley's face. [color=turquoise]"Know this, Mr. Crue, if nothing else. I am a forgiving man. I believe in people. I avoid needless death. But do not take me for a blind fool. I am Bartholomew K. Runch. The 'Cereal Killer,' and I earned that epithet in my world for a reason."[/color]

He then holstered the pistol once more, but kept his hand on the grip, ready to pull it out once more at a single moment's notice. [color=turquoise]"The only reason I don't kill you right now is because our phylacteries make you incapable of fighting back, and that would be the ultimate dishonor. You are dismissed from my crew, my presence, and [i]my sight.[/i]"[/color] He spat those final words with incredible vitriol. Next Runch took hold of his phylactery and brought it up to his face, squeezing it the way he had been instructed previously in order to contact Oren. The entire time the captain's eyes never removed themselves from Motley.

[color=turquoise]"Oren. I cannot imagine that you are not in on this splinter faction that has begun attacking us, unless they were so short sighted that they thought surviving contestants wouldn't contact you. I forgave this attack, but if another comes, I will retaliate appropriately. That young man, the one with the Boys of Summer..."[/color] Runch had to fight back a tear before continuing. [color=turquoise]"I don't know if he's aware, but tell him... I couldn't save his sister in time. Her remains are at my exact coordinates, so someone can come lay her to rest in peace. As for the vampire, Motley Crue-"[/color] Whether Motley was still present or had begun making his departure by now, Runch narrowed his glare. [color=turquoise]"I've dismissed him from my company. Do with him whatever you will. I just want the perfect ship for my crew."[/color]

He waited for whatever Oren might have said in response, then shut off the connection from his side. He glanced around, looking for Erina. She had been tasked with going around the long way to flank the twin stand users, but everything ended so quickly that the fox woman didn't even get the opportunity to be involved. Spotting her, he waived his arms. [color=turquoise]"Erina! Time to get going!"[/color] There was one less smile in the world. When one smile was gone, all those closest inevitably followed.